Disclaimer: The characters are not my own. But you know that. Carry on.

Warnings: Massive amounts of fluff. Language. Implied sex. Oneshot.

AN: In an AU, this would be set in 7th year.

"We have to stop meeting like this, Potter. People will start to talk."

Harry inwardly smiled at Draco Malfoy's mocking drawl, knowing that his eyes would contradict his tone. Sure enough, spinning around to meet his boyfriend's eyes, he saw undisguised affection and amusement.

"Let's give them something to talk about." Harry moved closer to Draco, infusing his tone with suggestiveness.

Emerald green met stormy grey. Draco's breath caught as Harry's eyes, full of meaning, pinned his. "Harry…"

Harry felt a wave of desire crash over him as his name rolled from Draco's lips in a moan full of longing and need and desire. He responded to his boyfriend's unasked question by closing the distance left between them and pulling the blonde close, in the same moment locking the classroom door and casting a silencing charm.

Draco held those eyes a moment, seeing his own emotions reflected back, before it became all too much and he pulled the dark-haired boy into a kiss. A ripple of want made him shiver as Harry groaned into his mouth. He groaned in return.

The blonde's responding sound rippled through Harry and he knew, without words being exchanged, that this wouldn't be enough. Not today. He threw himself into the kiss, wordlessly conveying his consent and his desire, and felt Draco do the same.

Draco kissed Harry desperately; with everything he had, moving them backwards until he felt something dig into his back. Recognizing the object as McGonagall's desk, he leaned against it, tugging the other boy slightly.

Understanding what Draco wanted, Harry helped him onto the top of the desk, never breaking contact with his mouth. A loud crash, however, pulled them apart. "Oh fuck," Harry murmured. "That's her favorite –"

"Are you a wizard, or what?" Draco's husky voice broke in, fishing his wand out of his pocket. "Repairo."

The object immediately sealed together, but Harry didn't wait to see the results. Pulling Draco's mouth to his again, he set about returning them both to their previous state. It didn't take long.

Both boys lost track of time as they flowed through moments of oh fuck yes and keep going and right there and don't stop. What seemed like hours later, in a haze of sheer and intense contentment, Harry lay draped across Draco in a tangle of bare legs and arms. The desk had come out of the encounter no worse for wear, although the same could not be said for the boys; Draco could feel splinters in places that he'd never had splinters before, but at the moment he could not bring himself to care very much. Gently running his hands over Harry's beautiful body, he spoke for the first time since they'd started.

"I love you."

Harry's breath caught. This was the first time that those words had been said in their relationship, and he could hear the vulnerability in Draco's voice mixed with the quiet happiness and certainty. Resisting the urge to say oh, so all I had to do was shag you to get you to say it, Harry moved his head to look at the blonde boy. Letting his eyes infuse with his emotions, he met Draco's gaze squarely.

"I love you too."

~fin~